Drinking Beers

I just had a beer after 5 months of being dry. And, boy, does it feel good. Drinking, in general, is a delightful experience. Getting f*cked up in general is a fun break from the monotony. And if you spend as much time alone as I do, inebriation is a hazard. Mainly because there are no guardrails preventing me from doing it all the time. No straight job, ambition or domesticity to nag me back to normalcy. Such is the price of autonomy, a supreme autonomy: pulling the pleasure lever repeatedly into an endless oblivion.

...have you ever considered that beer (and drugs in general) are a technology, like controlled fires or social media? Something that augments the human experience but carries with it its own responsibilities and hazards? Booze is a human innovation. Monkeys don’t have something like this. Nor do birds. (But if you search online, you will find that they like getting f*cked up too when they encounter the opportunity.) Beer, among other things, separates us from the apes.